Monday, July 26, 2010

Forties Club Finalist #50

“Yeah, you did.” Chris circled his former classmate and smacked him in the head several times. “Go ahead and say it again.”

“No!”

“Say it!”

The boys were alone in the woods behind the church. It was Sunday afternoon and the wind was deathly still. There were no cars in the parking lot and the playground was barely visible through a thick line of trees.

Brandon looked up at Chris. The boy’s face was a swollen mask of rage.

“What are you talking about?” Brandon slowly shuffled backwards in the dirt.

“My grandma says that a little boy’s tears are like diamonds falling out of God’s treasure box,” Chris explained and watched Brandon quickly wipe them from his cheeks. “And you know what a pirate does with his treasure, right?”

Brandon had backed up against a large rock.

“Well, do you?” Chris taunted and lifted up the patch that covered his ruined eye.

***

Later that night, police officers used the sketch Chris provided to locate the shallow grave.

It was aptly identified with a big red X.

(Angel Zapata has fiction appearing in the Toe Tags Anthology, House of Horror: Best of 2009, Mausoleum Memoirs, Flashes in the Dark, The New Flesh, and Howl: Dark Tales of the Feral and Infernal. Visit http://arageofangel.blogspot.com.)

Just goes to show you, never pick on someone for their differences. They might just bury you in the sandbox!

Reminds me of Jason Vorhees from Friday the 13th. The kid gets his revenge on the bullies, but I have a feeling he's got a taste for it now. Should we expect a pirate-related serial killer in the near future?